I wonder if you've heard the story Of little fame and lesser glory The night the keeper of the inn The little town of Bethlehem Encountered Joseph and his Mary About to birth the Savior of the world. His wife said "Go and see who's knockin'" He ran down to the gate, unlocked it The moment he heard Mary's cry He couldn't look them in the eye Denied them in, went back to bed When his wife asked who was there, he said "I don't know Just a girl Just a couple of gypsies begging at the door Told them we don't have room for anymore And closed the door It was just a girl" He tried to sleep, but wasn't able He snuck out to the dirty stable Where two had found the covering And later in her suffering The keeper knelt outside the barn And in the light of that great star, he prayed "What have I done He's just a babe Just minutes old there trembling in the hay I could've found a room for them to stay I'm so ashamed He's just a babe" There was no robe There was no crown The shepherds stood on Royal ground The keeper wept, for what he'd done He turned away, God's own Son Just a King Just a million angels crowding in to see Jesus there among humanity Just a babe Just minutes old there trembling in the hay Staring at His mother in the face She's just a girl Just a girl Does she even know that she'd just changed the world? Does she even know that He will save the world? Does Mary know that He will save the world? She's just a girl Just a girl Just a girl